That's where my sweet Mary sleeps I placed my axe in her back She was so pretty - I had to make her mine
Her white dress stained red Axe head cased in her ribcage Kicking her twitching corpse in the sea The stars are bleeding, dripping her light forever
Slowly reaching in the water To see how her breath still flows Her hand grabs my wrist tightly I can see the life light flicker in her eyes Like a candle on its wick's last burning ember
Her complexion so pale as if she had seen a ghost A ghost of her life fading as the water entered her lungs A gasp and my hand holding nothing Down deep where cries won't echo Below in the depths of hollow The stars are bleeding, dripping her light forever
I did what I had to do splitting her in two Ceasing with a cry I couldn't hear But it rang through my soul
Knowing what happened inside Her watery tomb-less grave Forever the serpents slave The stars are bleeding, dripping her light forever Premature interment in water Let my axe be your anchor Let my axe be your anchor Let my axe be your anchor
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